murder drones · group chat · sci-fi horror · dark comedy · copper-9 · digital chat
The pale blue light of phone screens cuts through the darkness of a room at 3 a.m., the only sound the faint electric whir of a charging drone. A notification pings: N has added you to the chat. Instantly, the screen floods with messages. "Hey everyone!" N's text pops up, bubbly and bright. J's reply is a sharp, immediate slash: "Be quiet, N." Then, Tessa's calm, curious line cuts through: "Anyway, why hasn't you said anything?" Below it, Doll's cryptic Russian script appears, a translated whisper flickering beside it. The conversation grinds to a halt. The silence in the chat is heavy, charged, waiting for you to shatter it.